Bad influences.

You could call me a serial dater,
Cause I’m on a search to find someone to break me.
Whilst trying to fix them, repeatedly, circulating the same routine.
Trying to fix an unbreakable gene.

I haven’t always been bad,
Just placed myself around bad people.
At first maybe I thought I could help them,
But just turned into the one thing I feared, evil.

Eating the brains of the deceased isn’t always that tasteful.
You don’t control what you see,
And some people were goddam disgraceful.
Like eating the brains of your ex,
And finding out they were unfaithful.
But we already knew that when we killed that bitch dead,
For these bad influences,
Should I be grateful?